Every name is real. That's the nature of names.
Jerry SpinelliStichwörter: names
Home is everything you can walk to.
Jerry SpinelliAnd each night in bed I thought of her as the moon came through my window. I could have lowered my shade to make it darker and easier to sleep, but I never did. In that moonlit hour, I acquired a sense of the otherness of things. I liked the feeling the moonlight gave me, as if it wasn't the opposite of day, but its underside, its private side, when the fabulous purred on my snow-white sheet like some dark cat come in from the desert.
Jerry SpinelliEvery child's bedroom is as important as a telescope orbiting the planet earth or a philosopher's study.
Jerry SpinelliStichwörter: blah
Heart and head are contrary historians.
Jerry SpinelliStar people are rare.
Jerry SpinelliFriendship isn't always sunnyside up.
Jerry SpinelliStichwörter: fiction
You’ll know her more by your questions than by her answers. Keep looking at her long enough. One day you might see someone you know.
Jerry SpinelliStichwörter: stargirl
I faced the gaudy sunflower on her canvas bag -- it looked hand-painted and at last my eyes fell into hers. I said, 'Thanks for the card.' Her smile put the sunflower to shame. She walked off.
Jerry SpinelliStichwörter: love stargirl flower spinelli
The desert seems to be a brown wasteland of dry, prickly scrub whose only purpose is to serve as a setting for the majestic saguaros. Then, little by little, the plants of the desert begin to identify themselves: the porcupiny yucca, the beaver tail and prickly pear and barrel cacti, buckhorn and staghorn and devil's fingers, the tall, sky-reaching tendrils of the ocotillo.
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